Cut the chatter -
It screws up the work;
Softly, softly,
Begin a song!

An old pond -
The sound
Of a diving frog
- Basho

Plum-blossoms give their fragrance still to him
Whose thoughtless hand has broken off their limb
- Ohiyo

Why, as the single tea-camellia fell,
It spilled bright water from it's heavy bell!
- Basho

Whisked to a steaming broth, the cha is passed around
We sip its flavor: Ah.

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